What's Mine is Yours || z.m. h.s AU

Chapter 8

Mood: Blow me one last kiss by: P!NK

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Boyfriend be gone

It's been about a month and a week since my interview, yes I've been keeping track. So far I have only recived a few check up calls from Harry and Zayn and they haven't called me about anything else.

But then again they're probably busy with legal paper work and all those things, so who am I to rush?

Max hasn't been home in a while since he's been on a business trip since yesterday, it gets lonely. By now I'm running errands for Maxuell but without him here it's too quite.

My phone rings, I expect it to be Harry or Max but it's my mother. I can already feel a migraine coming on and I can already hear her bitching about why I'm not married yet or if Max has told her the something.

"Hi mom."

"Faye! Long time no hear, why did I have to call again? You should at least call your mother every so often to make sure I'm not dead."

There comes that migraine...

"Yeah, sorry about that I've just been busy with work so I don't always have the time anymore."

"Whatever, how's my Maxuell? He's such a sweetheart."

"He's good mom."

"Where is he let me talk to him."

I start to feel annoyed, "He's not here right now."

"Where is he?"

"Work, business trip."

"Well I'm gonna give him a call, I haven't heard from him in so long, he's just a sweetheart, when are you two gonna get married and give me grand-babies?"

"I don't know mom."

"Well I'm calling Max, I'll talk to you later."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and sighed once again massaging my aching temples. That's how most of our conversations go she bitches about how I never call her, then she asks for Max and I either give Max the phone or if like today he isn't here I tell her which furthers our uncomfortable conversation.

She literally calls me just to call Max later, why not just call him first?

As a child she would harass me about every little thing I would do. I remember when I got a makeup kit from my aunt on my 10th birthday. My mother caught me using it and told me I looked like a stripper.

At the time I didn't understand what that even was, but being the curious child I was I looked it up on my dad's work computer, but that only lead to my father getting into troubled for being on a weird porno site, which I'd like to say scarred me for life.

And my mother wonders why I never call her, and she'll continue to wonder because I'll never have the guts to tell her the real reason why.

...

I wake up from my small nap seeing 2 missed calls from Harry and a text from Penny. I check the text messages first seeing that it's a reminder to call Harry so I do.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Harry I'm so sorry that I missed your call."

"Oh, no problem I just called to ask if we could meet up somewhere, me, you, and Zayn, to talk about a doctor's appointment, and work days."